Tony Stark one shots

Tony x Wife! Reader- It's Him or Me Part 2 (Edited)

     It had been five years since you had last seen Steven. At times you missed him dearly and felt a piercing pain in your heart at the simple thought of him. You always had your husband and your daughter there to support you, but it wouldn't change that fact that both your brother and best friend were gone.

Your daughter Tonya, had no idea about her Uncle Steve. Sometimes you would break down. Your precious daughter Tonya, being the adorable caring girl she was, would curl up to you sweetly. " Why are you crying mamma?" You would simply smile and say the same thing. " Mamma is just sad sweetheart."

As much as you missed Steve, you were quite happy with your family. About 6 months ago, you had found out you were pregnant again. You, Tonya, and Tony were all overjoyed. Tonya had always wanted to be a big sister.

You were 8 months pregnant when the unexpected happened. Tony was down in his lab (where else would he be?!) with Tonya. You were reading a book to your soon to be daughter Maria on your black leather couch. She was beginning to kick around as you read to her. You chuckled placing your hands on your stomach. "Such an active little girl..."

"Visitors are at the front door." The voice of a previously rebuilt JARVIS spoke up. "Thank you JARVIS."

Knowing that Tony was engulfed in his work, you slowly lifted yourself up off of the couch and waddled towards the door slowly. " One second!" You called.

You opened the door to find A smiling redhead there. "Nat! Um what a...surprise." You smiled softly. It had been five years since you had seen her. " I'd hug you, but it looks like I can't." Natasha chuckled. "Congratulations by the way." "O thanks." You smiled

     "Little Maria is quite the kicker like her father." You looked over Nat to see Clint standing there. "You brought Clint!" You teared up happily. "Hey kid...look uh..." He gently moved aside.

It wasn't just Clint there. It was Wanda, Sam, Bucky, and best, no perhaps, worse of all, Steve. You started to cry. "Why Nat?" You ask "Why would you bring them here? Without asking or letting us know most of all?"

      "Mamma! Look what me and Daddy made!" Little Tonya looked up at you with a repulser in her little hands, seemingly appearing at the worse moment possible. She giggled looking out at Nat and everyone else. "Who's that mamma?"

You looked down at Tonya gently. "Tonya sweetheart, g-go to your father ok?" You held back a sniffle. "Ok Mamma." She quickly ran off back to Tony.

"(Y/N)?" Steve stepped up with the front of the group to look at you. He looked down at your large swollen stomach and tears filled his eyes. " (Y/N)..." Steve looked at you and Bucky furrowed his brows sadly.

"(Y/N)! Hunny buns?! Is something wrong? I've been calling you for 10 minutes." Tony looked in the doorway and immediately stepped in front of you protectively. "I suggest you leave."

     "Tony I just- I want to see my s-" "Tony..." You gently grabbed his hand. "It's... Its ok." You looked at him with a hint of sadness "Who are you?" Tonya giggles with the excitement of new visitors.

  "No one of importance munchkin." Tony ruffled her hair sweetly his gaze still stern at the group outside the door.

    "Tony..." you started to speak but Tony quickly interrupted. "(Y/N) sweetie, you should go lie down. I'm sure little Maria and you need the rest." You sighed and kissed him on the cheek."Please be gentle..."

You waddled away taking Tonya with you to your large room. Groaning , you made your way onto the bed. After about 5 minutes Tonya was fast asleep against you, most likely exhausted from working with Tony. I wish there was a way I could listen in. You thought. Wait a second...
   
      "JARVIS" you whispered loud enough for the AI to hear. " Yes Mrs.Stark?" The AI answered right away. "Am I able to see and hear into the living room?" "Of course Mrs. Stark" Yoi could here the amusement in JARVIS voice as the TV lit up with the live footage in the living room.

"...Tony I honestly think you should give Steve a second chance." Nat was saying. From what you could see, Steve was pouting in the corner. " Please Tony...I wanna see my sister. I want to meet my niece and be there when Maria is born. I know I fucked up okay? I'm trying to fix it..."

Tony looked at Steve with a face of pure anger. Something you rarely saw. "Do you really think you deserve that? After all you put her through Steven? After all you did?" "No..." Steve looked down, seemingly broken hearted.

"No Rogers you don't. End of story." "Look Stark we ju-" " Zip it terminator" Bucky simply sat back in silence as you turned off the tv.

     Carefully, you tucked in Tonya, heading towards the living room. "-my wife" "she's my sister!" "Boys is it too much to ask to just be (Y/N)?" All heads turned to look at you as you walked in.

     "Honey-" You raised a brow and your husband sat down, ready to defend you if needed. "I think everyone should sit down. Please." You scanned the room, everyone taking a seat before you sat down yourself.

"Steve. What you did-" "it was wrong (Y/N). I know that now..." You sighed pinching the brink of your nose. "I want my brother back. I miss the hell out of you." With those words, Steves head shot up quickly, joy radiating off his face.

"But." His smile dropped slightly. "It needs to go slow okay? You're right. What you did was wrong and I still need time. I need time to adjust." Tony gently rubbed your shoulders for comfort.

"Thank you (Y/N)." Steve beamed looking ready to cry. Damn it. You felt tears prick at the corner of your eyes as you stood up mumbling. "Damn hormones..."

You opens your arms with a teary eyed smile. "Come here." Steves stood hugging you carefully. "I missed you sis." "I missed you too...come on James I see you sulking in the corner." Bucky looked up and chuckled, walking over and hugging you. "Missed ya you minx." "You're one to talk cyborg."

You're heart couldn't be more full. A loving husband and daughter, a best friend, and a tall super solider of a brother. Life was pretty good.